"I just hope Hellscream is okay."

Just as he thought of this, a snake-like crawling sound sounded from behind him, causing goosebumps to rise on his back.

"Thall, don't forget what you promised us, to help us capture some night elves captives."

After hearing these words, Thrall clenched his fist, but turned around and looked at the witch with snake hair who looked more like a snake than a human.

"I know, Vashj, I don't need you to remind me again."

In order to gain the strength to walk out of the sea and prevent everyone from starving to death on an isolated island, he had to agree to something.

Because if you don’t agree...

They are probably going to eat each other.

Thrall didn't want his compatriots to turn into beasts again, but now, in order to survive, he agreed to capture some people who had nothing to do with him. To be honest, he didn't know whether this was good or bad.

"You don't need to be so resistant, because if you want your people to survive, you have to compete with them for living space. Thrall, do you think anyone will willingly dedicate their territory?"

Vashj looked at this orc who wanted to pursue so-called atonement and liberation, true justice and freedom, and couldn't help but chuckle.

The other party is obviously a guy who can do all kinds of crazy things for his own race. Justice and glory are just excuses for the orcs to integrate into the human world. But now that they are here, far away from the human world, who will he perform to?

What do you think?

Although his subordinates were extremely loyal for survival reasons, when they developed and once again had to worry about food and clothing, how could his justice and glory compare to that of the once powerful tribe.

It is true that if the orcs want to truly exist in this world, a leader like Thrall is necessary, which is why she is interested in him, but it is obvious that if he cannot realize this, or if he realizes this,

If you indulge your compatriots after a while, you may not be able to save your own life.

As for the idea that the other party does not want to conflict with the night elves, it is even more ridiculous.

These people do not understand natural magic. If they want to build a city, they must cut down trees on a large scale, excavate stones, smelt metal, and clear out large areas of forests...

Would those rough monkeys let them do this?

What's more, that guy named Hellscream has already come into contact with the night elves.

Vashchi showed a polite smile, but her changed face looked extremely cold and sarcastic.

However, even Vashj didn't know that Hell was roaring at this time...

Doubting life.

He watched the spears thrown by the spear throwers beside him slide away from the skin of the purple-skinned elves in front of him without leaving any scars. The ax of a young man who he admitted was very strong struck the seemingly slender waist.

However, he did not cut him off at the waist, but only opened a non-fatal wound, and then he was kicked away, his sternum was sunken, and he died on the spot——

Holding the blood-dropping Blood Roar in his hand, Hellscream pondered a question seriously.
Chapter completed!